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"I love you." That's what she said.

"I hate you." He drawled.

"We know that's a lie, right?" She chuckled.

"Nope. That's the truth." He answered.

"Hey, that quite hurt." She joked.

"Truth hurts; as they say." He said.

"But not all the time." She countered.

"You look like you're about to cry." He stated.

"That's because of you, dimwit." She whispered.

"I do not know what you're talking about." He told her.

"We both agreed we'll tell each other our true feelings and that's that. Now I know what you really felt, I'll leave now." She turned back.

"Wait." He said.

"What?" She stopped.

"I hate you." He told her again.

"I know, don't rub it in." She whimpered.

"No. I hate you." He said.

"What do you want?!" She shouted.

"I hate you.." He quieted.

"... Why?" She asked.

"I hate you because you always say what I wanted to say first. You know?" He explained.

"... Idiot." She smiled.